Old car.

When I was younger we switched cars. Bought one secondhand from a family friend. It was as old as me. 

With time the problems became more frequent. When I was in middle school it started being unbearable. Sometimes it's just stop working in the middle of the road. We would repair what. We could afford. But not everything could be changed or was worth changing. Eventually we had to buy a new car. 

I feel like that. I know the problems I have. Fixing them doesn't seem like an option. And I'm not worthy of trying to fix. I'm nothing but spare parts.